#no nagging

Wish I had the energy to get out of the house during the day or to go to one of like three things iv been invited to tonight lol

Marketing Has Gone Amuck

Marketing is okay, it’s the way marketers market that I can’t stand.

I turned 65 in June.  I started getting the calls in January.  Have you ever had your phone ring 20 different times in a day because someone wanted to talk to you about Medicare?   Even after I signed up for part B, they would not let me alone. Although I told the same callers daily that I had TRICARE and Medicare part B, they…

I don’t like making resolutions because I don’t quite achieve them. “New year new you!” “Summer bodies are made in winter - a six week program to get you smoking hot for bikini season.” and so it goes. I’m a bit bored and annoyed and impatient with my goals be it aesthetic or financial, so this year I’m going to try something different that tackles habits and behaviours one slow day at a time. No quick fix solutions and unrealistic goals to chase, try, fail and be utterly disappointed in myself. Again.

The project, as per the title of the blog is to see if I can be less of a bitch and more of the person I see myself as when I’m feeling great about myself and my life, which usually is dependent on the weather. Sun, sweat and blue skies bring out the Tinkerbell in me. Grey, cold and no sun bring out Captain Hook. Because I cannot depend on the weather, nor use it as an excuse to unleash the inner dragon when things don’t go my way, I’m going to have to work on a few things. Namely, choosing to look after myself, choosing the words that come out of my mouth wisely and doing more stuff that makes me happy so that I don’t depend on the actions of others for the joy that I should be creating myself. So the good wife project is more of a good life project with the bonus of hopefully becoming a very lovely wife, mother, daughter, sister and friend. It would also be nice if I could slowly and magically transform into Alicia Flockhart with her wonderful wardrobe and apartment by the end of the year. But I’d be more than chuffed if this year ended up as a year filled with more love and positivity than the last which consisted of more whining, bitching, complaining, nagging and shouting than I am comfortable admitting. 

Yesterday’s habit to work on was the art of not correcting. I have, no, HAD a tendency to tell Romeo how to do things better or to stop a personal habit of his that I found and do still find disgusting. Such as picking at cuticle skin at the table. Over a plate. Full of food. I know. And so I’ve always nagged at him or given him glaring stares at restaurants for him to stop. But he’s never stopped and I suspect he will keep doing it till the day he dies or loses the use of one or both of his hands. 

So yesterday, with the intention deep in my mind to NOT correct or nag or complain at him for any of his behaviours that were not harmful to me or our daughter (such as cuticle picking), I had to summon a lot of energy to bite my tongue. Oh my god. It was so hard. There were so many instances in which I had to distract myself from correcting or nagging. But I did it! I’m killing the nasty learned behaviours of my upbringing one tongue bite at a time.